Page 161 of Knot Their Omega

“I always asked that question to myself,” he admits. “Through the years. As I did this manager job, thinking this was the role I always wanted.”

“It wasn’t… huh,” I quietly whisper.

He slowly shakes his head and hugs me.

“This was the role I was appointed to. The role I did to benefit Nate. The opportunity came, and I just fit the role so perfectly. It was a favor that ended up being my career for all these years. I practically forgot about the old times, where I wasn’t just in the background, watching my artists live the dream I thought for myself. When Nathaníel wasn’t the hidden brother that we all were ‘forced’ to pretend we didn’t miss. Those late nights where we did gigs for free and would get the whole bar losing their shit in pure happiness. I missed that high. That sense of importance in this world that makes you so minuscule in nature.”

He leans back so he can peer up at me, and I can see everything he’s saying is the truth. So raw and beautiful.

“I don’t care about what the world thinks… but I do care about what you think,” he admits and tries to smile, despite looking so heartbroken. “You think I have a shot.”

“Icarus,” I whisper and cup his cheeks so I can lean right down and kiss him firmly. “I’d support you to the end of the road. Of course, you have a shot.”

He smiles against my lips, kissing me softly until we’re breathless and staring into each other’s eyes. I end up kneeling, the two of us facing one another with this humming connection between us.

“From now on, I want you to focus on your dreams. Your ambitions and goals. What makes you happy and feel… free. If the talent manager role wasn’t doing that for you, no one will force you to remain. Not even me,” I emphasize and kiss his cheeks.

I can’t tell if the beads of water running down them are water from his dripping hair or tears, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is supporting my Alpha to express what he’s been bottling up inside for so many years.

“You’ll walk down the path that makes you the happiest, and I’ll be right there to support you in any avenue. Good or bad.”

“You make it seem as if you’re saying our wedding vows,” he teases, but how wonderous it is to watch all that tension leave him. “We should have a big wedding.”

That makes me giggle.

“Well, Alpha. First, you have to put a ring on it,” I tease and lean in to whisper, “And a knot, but we haven’t gotten there yet, have we?”

“Are you tempting me?” he growls, making me giggle in bubbling excitement before I try to slip out of his arms. I knew Ididn’t stand a chance, but I still squeal when he has me back in his arms.

“You think I don’t know what you and Kenji did in the studio, huh?”

My whole face is red when I look back at him in horror.

“Th-The studio is soundproof!”

“Mhmm,” he agrees. “Never said it was stalker proof.”

“Stalker…” It takes me a few seconds to clue in on what he means. “YOU WERE WATCHING?”

From the way he smirks, I’m seconds from punching him in the face, but he’s faster in throwing me over his shoulder and spinning us around.

“Let’s put wild knot sex on hold so this doesn’t become a crime scene.”

“LIAR!” I huff as I punch his back. “How much did you see?

“That’s not the right question you should be asking,” he hums in delight, his tone pissing me off.

I growl and punch his back, making him chuckle as he walks as if I’m not even making a dent in his muscled flesh.

“You watched everything!”

“I slept pretty good, too,” he adds.

“You masturbated to it?!”

“How could I not? Hot as fuck,” he admits without a hint of shame. “Took me ages to tame my knot. I need to hang you like a punching bag and fuck you until you moan just like that. You moan and whimper in tune, too.”

“Sh-Shut up!” I whine and kick, but he’s just enjoying this. “So embarrassing!”

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